Another “looking back, that was really scary”. At the time, my brain was too addled for me to fully register the seriousness…but scared my (now) husband spitless.
We and a friend were driving back to Ohio after visiting New England. My allergies were really acting up from all of the pine pollen I had endured earlier that day. I asked the friend if he had any asprin and he said to look in his shaving kit. I popped two Bayer-with-Sudafed and laid down on the back seat (this all makes sense at the end).
We pulled off the road about an hour later (~3 am) to eat a few sandwiches that we had packed. I wasn’t feeling really well. Kinda queasy and dizzy. I thought it was just allergies (and I was right…sort of). I wanted to sit in the front seat of the SUV because I didn’t want to get car sick and I do sometimes in the back seat. I remember putting my foot on the running board to get in…
And then I remember someone saying, “Babe, hey Babe, Babe look at me!” I didn’t really know what that word meant or that it somehow meant me. When I started being able to feel my body, someone was hitting me in the chest (That’s what it felt like at the time. Actually the hubby was doing a sternum rub. Pain is a great stimulus) When I finally became aware of my surroundings, I was flat on my back in a parking lot. How the hell did I get down here?!? I’d had a grand mal seizure.
This is where it all goes Keystone Cops. It was a pre-cell phone world and hubby and our friend both scatter in opposite directions looking for a pay phone, leaving me all by myself, on my back on the blacktop…and it begins to rain. Husband finds a payphone first and dials 911. He calls out to Friend to go back and turn me on my side. So friend turns me and rolls me right under the SUV. I found all of this utterly hysterical and start to laugh, which prompts Friend to think that I am having another seizure and sends him into a panic. Which just makes me laugh even harder. The (private) ambulance shows up and it’s Ma and Pa Kettle. No, really. It was a husband and wife team and we had clearly gotten them out of bed, as she was still in her housecoat. She was a larger, friendly faced lady with her hair twisted on top of her head in a bun and he was just a slip of a guy who had buttoned his shirt up wrong and neglected to zip his fly. It just got too surreal for me and I had a fit of the giggles something fierce. The husband thought I was going into shock…until I pointed out that the barn door was open and the horse was trying to escape. He wasn’t wearing any underpants. :eek:
We arrive at Lockhaven (PA) Hospital and the ambulance crew asks the ER doctor where he wants to put me. He says, “I don’t care where you put her, I’m outta here in 15 minutes.” :mad: I don’t like hospitals, I’m terrified of needles, I’m not too keen on being messed with and prodded and I’m miles away from home. I did not like this bad man. I wanted to go home. And I said so loudly and often.
They get me into a small room at the ER and hook up all of the cardiac, O2, etc monitors and leave Husband in the room to convince me to stay the night for observation. We are getting into a pretty heated argument about it when I tell him, “I’m going to do it again.” My sight went completely dark, I couldn’t feel my body at all, but for some reason the lightning storm in my brain left me with my hearing. And all I could hear was the monitor above the bed going BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP
I was coming back around just as the crash crew was getting there. I had only been flatlined for about 7 seconds. The first thing I saw was Dr. 15 Minutes. The scrambled egg that was my brain came up with the wonderful idea, “WE’RE OUTTA HERE.” and I began to fight for all I was worth to get up off that table and get the hell outta Lockhaven Hospital. One bitten doctor, a kick in the nuts for a rather large orderly, and minor injuries to one very nice nurse (sorry Kathy, you were really nice to me even if you didn’t get my “Born in East LA” joke about the President) later, Pa Kettle put me in a rather harsh arm-bar and shot me full of La-La drugs. Who knew such a little guy had it in him?
After 3 days in ICU, I was transfered to UPMC where I underwent numerous tests to determine that the most likely cause was an allergy to Sudafed.